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As dinner ended, Sara yawned.
“I can take you home,” Kade said. “I’ve got something to leave for Chase if that’s okay?”
“Yes, of course,” Sara said.
I was glad Kade stepped up. I knew James would look out for her, but when she was on her own, I always tried to provide back up. It was why I’d showed up at Kade’s restaurant that night. But with Kade offering additional backup, I could focus on Grace.
We walked out together, with Kade and Sara saying their goodbyes to us as they got into the car driven by James.
Grace pulled out her phone, presumably to call a car.
“How about a drink?” I asked her. I was filled with questions about her and didn’t want the night to end until I had them all answered. Not all of them were sexual in nature, either, although a fair amount were.
“It wouldn’t be appropriate.”
I saw interest in her eyes, but also guilt. Like she felt bad about what happened in the office. My conscience played a tug of war. I didn’t want to make her feel guilty about breaking her ethical vow, and yet, I couldn’t let her go.
Being the asshole that I was, I pushed her. “We just had dinner together. The line was already crossed.”
She arched a brow. “That wasn’t planned. It’s not the same as going out for a drink.”
“Did you learn something about Kade tonight that gives you insight into me?”
She looked at me quizzically like she was afraid I’d asked her a loaded question. “Maybe.”
“Then think of how much more you’ll learn if we go to one of Ash’s clubs.”
“Won’t I get in the way of your…game?”
I frowned, hating that she knew about my promiscuous ways. I didn’t give a shit what people thought about it before, so why did I care what she did?
“I haven’t done that for two weeks,” I said.
This time, her quizzical look was more in line with her therapist face. I wanted to kiss it off of her, but then, I realized I could use it to my advantage.
“I guess I haven’t mentioned that. If you like, you can ask me about it over a drink,” I said.
“I shouldn’t.”
That wasn’t a no. “You know what they say about all work and no play, Doc. Come on.” I waved my hand and my driver jumped from the waiting car and opened the door. I ushered her toward the car, laying off before urging her in. I wanted this, but I wasn’t going to force her.
On her own, she got into the car. “One drink. And you have to tell me why you’ve changed your nightly prowling.”
I got in beside her and told my driver to take us to Levitation, Ash’s bar that had a raised VIP area and cool holographic dancers.
When we arrived, I was immediately ushered to the VIP area, and a bottle of champagne I texted that I wanted from the car was brought to us.
“Champagne?” She eyed me suspiciously.
“It’s a celebration, right? I mean, changing my ways is a milestone.”
Her seriousness broke, and she laughed. “I suppose it is.”
I handed her a flute of the golden bubbly. She sipped, and I could see she enjoyed it. Then she looked down through the glass floor where people were dancing and gyrating below us. It was always a great spot to look for a woman to bring home, but tonight, I didn’t see any of them.
I guided her to the railing.
“You must feel like a God up here,” she said as she watched the people below. Her body bounced slightly to the loud music. I could see that she moved with grace, which I supposed was fitting considering her name.
I stood close to her, wanting to touch her, but not wanting her to shy away because of her professional concerns. “Do you want to know why I haven’t prowled in weeks?” I asked using her word.
“You lost your interest in sex?” she asked. I wasn’t sure if she was being serious or teasing like she had with Kade.
It didn’t matter. My answer would be the same. “No. Since I’ve met you, it’s grown. But now, I take care of that need at home.”
Her eyes narrowed like she knew I was telling her I was jerking off but not why.
I decided to make it clear. “None of those women hold my interest. You do, Doc. I take care of my needs thinking of you.”
She gasped.
I smiled, liking her response. “If I’m a God up here, then you’re a goddess because you put them all to shame.”
“You’re a bastard,” she said as she tossed her drink in my face.
12
Grace
Friday
The minute my hand made the motion to throw my champagne on Hunter, I regretted it. It wasn’t only unprofessional, it was aggressive. That wasn’t me. But my anger and humiliation got the best of me. At least now I knew how he might feel when he lost control of his emotions.
